Chapter 32

When Sun Xiaotong read the first two paragraphs of "First Intimate Contact," she knew that the Weibo post sent by Baiyi Qincheng in the evening was actually something said by a person named Pi Zicai.

However, since Baiyi Qincheng's work was written in the first person, did it mean that this Pi Zicai was the author himself? With this curiosity, Sun Xiaotong continued reading.

"I dance lightly in the crowded crowd,

You cast a strange look at me.

Whether it's surprise or admiration,

It does not make my dance steps falter.

Because what makes me soar is not your gaze,

But my young heart."

After reading this passage by Pi Zicai, the female protagonist Qingwu Feiyang appeared. The text was similar, but Qingwu Feiyang's words exuded a sense of confidence and strength, along with a touch of elegance.

"Interesting..." Sun Xiaotong's interest was thoroughly piqued. She was very curious about what kind of girl Qingwu Feiyang, who wrote such words, would be.

Time passed bit by bit. As the interesting exchanges between the male and female protagonists online unfolded, Sun Xiaotong quickly became engrossed. Pi Zicai's honesty and wit, and Qingwu Feiyang's sensitivity and uniqueness, deeply attracted her, a literary enthusiast.

Finally, the online couple met in person.

As expected, Pi Zicai and Qingwu Feiyang's first date was unique.

A Qingwu Feiyang dressed in a brown outfit and a Pi Zicai dressed in blue met at a café.

"The color of my shoes and socks is very dark, like heavily roasted coffee, bitter and not sour. The color of my bell-bottoms is lighter, like a uniquely flavored mocha coffee, more acidic. The color of my sweater is even lighter, like a smooth and delicate Blue Mountain coffee, fragrant and refined... and the color of my backpack is dark inside and light outside, decorated with ornaments, like a cappuccino, with fresh milk on top and sprinkled with cinnamon powder... both sweet and rich..."

This was Qingwu Feiyang's philosophy of coffee. As these words came from her mouth, Sun Xiaotong was completely captivated by the literary aura of the female protagonist.

On the other side, Pi Zicai responded with a witty remark, satisfying both Qingwu Feiyang and Sun Xiaotong.

At this moment, Sun Xiaotong thought—how wonderful, two interesting young people, they attract each other and will surely end up together happily.

With an intense sense of anticipation, Sun Xiaotong continued reading.

The second date between Pi Zicai and Qingwu Feiyang began. They watched a movie, and Qingwu Feiyang's sensitivity was evident as she was moved to tears by the film.

After that, the protagonists experienced a romantic perfume rain. Just imagining this scene was enough to make one feel enchanted. The extreme romance created an extreme beauty, and their relationship reached its peak at this moment...

As a reader, Sun Xiaotong's heart was filled with sweetness. She even fantasized that she was Qingwu Feiyang, a beautiful butterfly dancing gracefully in the air, happily circling.

But the story seemed to be just beginning...

Pi Zicai suddenly noticed something.

There was a noticeable red spot on the back of Qingwu Feiyang's neck...

"Is it a skin disease? Or did a mosquito bite her..."

Sun Xiaotong bit her lip lightly, her heart skipping a beat, and continued reading.

"When you receive this email, I should be on a flight to Taipei. Can you feel my smile from 10,000 feet in the air? Maybe today's flight can't climb to 10,000 feet because my mood is heavy... Read my diary... After you finish reading, whether to delete or keep it is up to you... because I probably won't have the chance to go online again..."

Why did Qingwu Feiyang say she probably wouldn't have the chance to go online again?

Connecting this with the red spot on her neck, Sun Xiaotong's unease reached its peak.

She suddenly resented the author, resenting this author named Baiyi Qincheng for making the readers fall from the peak of happiness so suddenly. Didn't he think this was a cruel thing to do?

"Maybe there's still hope..."

Sun Xiaotong, with red eyes and a glimmer of hope, was like a traveler in a desert on the verge of drying up, striving for a clear spring.

So she followed Pi Zicai's gaze and saw Qingwu Feiyang's diary. The diary recorded their love that spread from the internet to reality, sometimes sweet, sometimes sad.

It wasn't until the last few entries that Sun Xiaotong understood what the red spot on Qingwu Feiyang's neck meant...

Hereditary lupus!

This was a beautiful girl with hereditary lupus. Her life was destined to end at its most brilliant moment. She was lucky to meet a special lover like Pi Zicai, but she was also unfortunate, as she had to break this beautiful relationship just as it was beginning...

Sun Xiaotong's last hope was shattered.

The last face-to-face meeting between Pi Zicai and Qingwu Feiyang took place in a hospital room filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Pi Zicai didn't even dare to get water, for fear that the beautiful butterfly would disappear from the world the moment he turned to get it.

Isn't that how it always happens in movies?

But the disease doesn't show any mercy. So at three in the morning... a brown butterfly flew out of the hospital...

Yes, Qingwu Feiyang passed away.

When Sun Xiaotong read the part about Qingwu Feiyang's death, she bit her lip with all her might, holding back her tears. She hadn't cried since junior high school; being strong had become her instinct. She couldn't cry, so she cursed.

"Damn author, damn author, damn author!"

"Why did you let Qingwu Feiyang die! Why! Such a good girl, a masterpiece of God, you created her with your own hands, but you also destroyed her..."

It seemed that cursing could form a dam to hold back the tears in her heart, so Sun Xiaotong cursed the author while continuing to read...

This was Qingwu Feiyang's last letter, a letter that came too late.

"If I had one day left to live, I would be your girlfriend that day.

Do I have one day left? No.

So, it's a pity. I am still not your girlfriend in this life.

If I had wings, I would fly down from heaven to see you.

Do I have wings? No.

So, it's a shame. I can no longer see you.

If I poured out all the water in the bathtub, it would not extinguish the flames of my love for you.

Can all the water in the bathtub be poured out? Yes.

So, yes. I love you."

This was Qingwu Feiyang's last letter to Pi Zicai.

He modified Pi Zicai's words, giving her interpretation.

The water in the sea cannot be poured out, but the water in the bathtub can, so... I love you...

To hell with being strong!

To hell with not crying!

Pi Zicai's chest was easily torn open, and tears flooded his flood control system like a deluge.

Sun Xiaotong's chest was also easily torn open, and tears streamed down her face, tears that hadn't flowed for years, all for that beautiful brown butterfly...

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